The Prime Minister’s Darling-Chapter 1531 - 743 National Master Makes a Move_2

"Then we’re off," Gu Jiao said, holding the Little Princess and turning around, "See you again, Mu Qingchen."

The Little Princess obediently waved her hand: "Goodbye, Mu Qingchen."

Gu Changqing followed, carrying little Jingkong in his arms.

The two walked eastward for a few steps and entered the forest.

Even as they walked away, they could still hear the conversation behind them.

"Qingchen, what are you doing here? Did you find any clues?"

"Second uncle, no. But I heard that the Little Princess has already returned."

"What? She’s back?"

"Yes, I encountered an injured guard just now. I don’t know whose he is, but he said he saw someone taking the Little Princess out of the forest and leaving in the direction of the rice paddies. The Little Princess is safe, nothing’s wrong."

"Then our trip here was for nothing... It’s also uncertain whether we can still catch up if we chase now..."

Mu Qingchen looked at his second uncle, a hint of disappointment slowly surfacing in his eyes.

...

The Little Princess leaned against Gu Jiao’s chest and after a while of swaying, she fell asleep again.

Looking at the little one in her arms, Gu Jiao said, "I didn’t expect the disappearance of one little kid to explode such a hornet’s nest."

Gu Changqing said, "The ten great families were already at odds, it was always a matter of time."

Originally, everyone envied the Xuanyuan Family’s dominance, wishing nothing more than their rapid downfall. But after the Xuanyuan Family actually perished, each and every one of them wanted to become the next Xuanyuan Family.

Gu Jiao asked, "By the way, how did you end up here?"

Gu Changqing replied, "Xiao Hen informed me."

He had originally planned to leave the city to see Gu Yan. He was at the inner city gate when Xiao Hen caught up with him.

Gu Jiao: "Did you tell him you were leaving the city?"

Gu Changqing: "No, he guessed it himself."

Gu Jiao raised an eyebrow: "My husband is so clever!"

Gu Changqing’s face darkened.

On this side of the forest, the light was poor as it was backed by a mountain, and they walked very carefully.

Gu Jiao then said, "Right, how’s the progress with the Crown Prince?"

Gu Changqing replied, "Smooth."

Gu Jiao hummed, "He just trusts the man sent from the Martial Arts Arena like that?"

Gu Changqing explained, "He gave me a poison. If I don’t take the antidote once a month, I will die."

Gu Jiao looked at him, "Did you take it?"

"Mhm," Gu Changqing nodded, looking at Gu Jiao, "I think you can solve it."

Gu Jiao: "I don’t think I can."

Gu Changqing: "..."

Gu Jiao’s ears twitched, and she turned her head to look towards the depths of the forest to the southeast: "There seems to be some movement over there."

Gu Changqing fixed his gaze in that direction: "I heard it too. Shall we go have a look?"

Gu Jiao thought for a moment: "Let’s go have a look then."

Gu Changqing, with little Jingkong in one arm, wrapped the other arm around Gu Jiao’s waist and moved swiftly to carry her over.

The two, holding the children, hid behind a large tree.

About a hundred steps away, a young man dressed in a Taoist robe was fighting with two masked men in black, and a handsome young man... was standing nearby, watching the fight.

"That’s Geng Wuxiu and Taoist priest Qingfeng," Gu Jiao whispered.

"You know them?" Gu Changqing asked softly.

Gu Jiao hummed, "I’ve seen Taoist priest Qingfeng in the National Master Hall and Geng Wuxiu’s portrait in the Book Pavilion... How come Geng Wuxiu looks even younger than in his portrait?"

Geng Wuxiu was twenty-three this year, but he looked no more than twenty in his portrait. Seeing him in person, he seemed to be even younger by three years.

There was no lie about Geng Wuxiu’s age; he just naturally had a youthful face.

Taoist priest Qingfeng was fighting fiercely with the two men in black. The martial arts of the men in black didn’t seem to be much weaker than that of Qun Xuan, and together, they were like a Qun Xuan 2.0.

Gu Jiao remarked, "Zhan Country really is full of skilled fighters... Who do you think will win?"

"The Taoist priest," Gu Changqing answered without hesitation.

The two masked men went all out with their deadly moves, while Taoist priest Qingfeng actually held back a bit. In order not to harm Geng Wuxiu with his internal energy, he broke down each of his moves into two—

One move was for defense, and the other was to dissipate the internal force in a certain direction.

Seeing this kind of fighting technique for the first time was somewhat eye-opening for Gu Changqing.

"Hmm," Gu Jiao said, transfixed by the fight, "It seems Mu Qingchen was right, it’s good that we didn’t run into this Taoist priest from the Geng Family."

"The fight is about to end, let’s go." They were only halfway through, but Gu Changqing had already judged how many moves it would take for Taoist priest Qingfeng to dispatch the two men in black.

...

Gu Jiao and Gu Changqing returned to the National Master Hall at noon.

The two children had woken up and eaten at the post station, but they were still filthy, their appearance somewhat pitiful to behold.